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Nilanjana Biswas🔥
·November 21, 2002·1 min read
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Icarus wings perhaps ... Waiting for an angel In my closet Where skeletons preside To one, attached wings My angel mortalised. Hunting for another I find them without wings They've lent them To some human on the brink. I've been floating On deja-vu wings Living on borrowed wings. And there I hang In my closet With unfluttered wings I am my angel Mortal without wings Trapped on earth Heaven with sins.

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